Danger

My eyes dart from one corner to another. Everything sits. I see the small cameras hidden in the leaves. All of them turned to me.

I always saw them.

They don’t know that.

I always saw the way my parents were almost custom fit for me.

Fake.

They don’t know what I know either.

The cameras watch me waiting for something.

I get up knowing if I bore them they will spice things up.

Starting to make a shelter I grab twigs and drag logs.

I don’t stop working even when my hands bleed and blister.

I was born just for this.

I was born to be an experiment.

My hands hurt and my body aches until I give in and lay on the forest floor.

I pretend to sleep.

They know it.

They don’t like it.

My muscles tense.

I know that feeling.

I get it everyday. That feeling of being watched by something.

I turn around trying to look as if I am truly asleep.

I see it.

I bored them out.

They had already decided they didn't want me.

I stumble up slowly tired of being pushed around.

A head pops up.

A baby leopard head. Then 3 more.

I know who is next.